Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Oneida,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.